Chapter 6. "Deal with the Demon."
Sparda found himself in the small waiting room, it had grey, rough to the touch couches and a window behind an average T.V. The same with a strange orange bag and a strange orange cocooned insects that must be food, it had a word 'Cheetos' on the bag. He felt like picking one up to inspect it, but decided against it. He continued to look around the room for danger, until he saw upon one of the bunk beds, there was a framed photo with a familiar face among them. The man with the sandy hair. However he wore a white coat and finger-less gloves. He was standing next to a man with a brown hair, and he seemed to be wearing the same outfit.
At the corner of the photo, there was something written down."William Birkin."
Sparda bared his teeth and slammed the frame on the ground, shattering it to pieces."Forgive me Eva." He whispered. In the middle of it all, he sensed something moving above him.
Once he looked up, there was a strange white device on the wall and it had a clean lens that reflects some of the things in the room."What is that!?"
The door of the room burst open and a man came in running.
Sparda immediately aimed with Ombra, the man trembled by the force of his bullets and fell on a pool of blood."No mercy."
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The fake leather of a seat crinkled under the weight of Albert Wesker. He leaned forward and rubbed the bridge of his nose as the main source of light came from a small array of security monitors. The constant blue glow felt like he constantly stared into a bug zapper and he would have preferred it. At least it could be entertaining to see an insect be shocked to death. He rubbed his eyes until the point the irritation would lead to an eye that needed to be soothed all the time, he looked up at the wall of screens centered over the surveillance console.
He'd been there for what felt like years as his goal for being in this soul sucking room was to wait for William to appear, or that bitch to show her ugly face and he started to think that no one ever would. He'd give it a little longer, but if he didn't see him soon the search will have to continue. So far he couldn't find anything about William Birkin has developed. Nothing of the G-Virus...
"Sergei and his men are doing all they can to get their hands on this..."
Wesker sighed to himself as he pressed a button on one of the TVs to swap to different camera perspectives to help speed up the boredom. Once he noticed the man in the left view.
The strange silver man, looking directly at the camera like he never seen a camera before in his life. He saw it all, how he killed that man without a question.
He grimaced to himself then leaned back into the chair.
He thought he'd been past the worst of the pain, but the lonely sound of his own voice in the cold. The cavernous chamber and the realization that there would be no answer - that there would never be an answer again - brought on a fresh, knifing wave of grief.
William, who was Wesker's only friend from within the company, and he was a back stabber. Wesker lowered his head to the console, closing his weary eyes. A pit in his stomach occurred once there was the order in the back channels that Birkin was considered a hostile threat to the company. Word is that UBCS mercs are on their way to collect whatever data he stole. Wesker combed several fingers through the side of his hair.
Now there was only pain, interspersed with fits of violent, helpless fury over what Umbrella had done. No wonder he sacrificed S.T.A.R.S
There was a faint squealing from one of the slightly muted security screens. Wesker looked up of hope and dread at once, but it was just a licker, one floor up in the surgical bay. It had dropped from its ceiling roost to snack on one of the men there, howling stupidly to itself as it ripped into the corpse's inners out from the abdomen. He could recognize the man from the uniform. It was John, a young man he met a few times months ago before all of this insanity started.
He sighed and chose to walk out of the room. He went over to a red-steel door and found himself in an open cylinder shaped space, and he stood in and what it seems like a balcony. It was filled with a giant plant, once he looked down he couldn't see much through the dark to the point it feel like a never ending abyss created for some reason.
With the sense of caution in mind, Wesker's right arm reached into his holster and drew his M92F handgun. The side of the barrel had glazed black color to it with silver trimmings. The magazine was ejected and he viewed it from the side. It had about 4 bullets that remained in it. He slid it back in then searched his belt and took out a Red Hawk bullet box. Judging from the weight, it's half full.
At his left hip, was a MP5k Submachine gun that hung off its sash. He noticed there was a slight crack in the barrel. No surprising since the combat he was mixed in an hour ago. He aimed upward and fired once at the plant. A weird sound came out but the weapon alignment of the barrel as clearly off by several millimeters. Better find something better soon.
He reloaded and holstered it back in his belt. "Will," he heard her voice then felt anger boil within him, he did not need to look back. He knew exactly who she was.
He drew his pistol and spun around ready to empty the magazine if he needed to. The old woman stood on the railing smirking. "You have grown stronger since the last time we've met."
"I never imagined you wanted to die this badly you bitch." He retorted.
"I know we're relatives but damn. You could tone that anger down just a tad." She chuckled.
"I don't have a family. I work alone." He muttered as his index finger tightened around the trigger. "Go to hell." He fired nonstop. Like time itself slowed down, The old woman ducked and jumped down. Several bullets were lodged and made holes in the wall as Wesker tracked his target, she leaned forward and came at him low. The handgun clicked empty as she countered him. She brought her leg up and kicked him in the sternum.
He rattled back and hit the wall harshly, she's a tough for an old woman. It tells how much the virus could enhance the body. In this case, a former frail one.
He brushed his arm on his chest to see if it was fractured or anything in the like. Either she's toyed with the amount of force she used or he's being fucked with. He hoped it was the latter.
He saw her charge at him again with her fist then delivered a right hook into his left cheek. It knocked him off his feet and rolled back. Against the metal floor, his shades fell off his forehead. His ears rang. "You cannot fight this dear Albert. You belong to us."
Wesker felt the bitter taste of iron in his mouth, but he will never let her win. He bared his teeth and swiped his leg under which caught her off guard.
The woman slammed on the steel ground and she saw the barrel of a gun pointed directly at her forehead. "Die." He whispered. A light came out of the barrel of his gun, however the woman dodge once again and she kicked him upward.
Wesker fell backwards over the railing, in a split second he was able to her watch him go with a wining grin. Mentally he prepared himself for the pain to come, with the rush of wind as he fell fast
She drew a small combat knife from her right ankle. Of course, Wesker tugged at his sash to reload his submachine gun. But she closed half the distance toward him. Desperate, Wesker ejected the magazine and used as a baton. The metal clashed with each other as the sharp end moved down and Wesker put his weight forward. This moved the blade closer to his fingers and had to play his cards just right.
She sneered at him with satisfaction for how her endurance outmatched his. With little option, Wesker reached for his handgun then dropped his Red Hawk box. The bullet casings rolled about on the ground. Wesker relented in his grip and the blade dug into the side of his index finger and too the bone. He grunted then used clenched right fist to punch her left temple.
It did not work as the magazine was the only thing keeping her from slicing up his fingers. With little option, Wesker let go of the magazine and forced his palm downward so it was pierced through the middle. He groaned out loud but that gave him some control over her grip. He bared his teeth then head butted her then got close wrap his arm around hers and he twisted it with every ounce of energy he could muster.
The arm dislocated and he pulled his palm out of the blade. He rolled back and took a single bullet from the ground then opened the chamber for his handgun. He fired a bullet into her right eye. She stumbled back as Wesker had no time to reload an entire new magazine and got a new bullet ready.
Out of nowhere he felt hands catch him, and he was in the embrace of someone who jumped ahead fast. Once the person stopped in a ground, he realized it was that strange silver man he met before.
"Let me go." Wesker said sharply. The silver haired man however looked up at the direction where his mother was.
Sparda gazed back at him, a look of sheer anger and confusion as he put him down at the ground. Wesker adjusted himself in the ground and just stared at the man before him in silence.
The two stood at arm length from each other.
"I don't need your help." Wesker grumbled. "I can take care of myself just fine."
He was about to go through the door when Sparda blocked the way. Wesker knew their meeting this time is going to be different, still he did not care. Getting in his way is bad idea.
"You're not going anywhere, you will tell me what is going on here and more of the names of the humans responsible for this hell."
"Get the hell out of my way." Wesker pushed him to the side and went through the door to what it seems wide room for scientist briefings. A loud gasp ripped through him as he saw Sparda waiting in the front.
Wesker looked back at the opened door, no one was there anymore. His eyes return to Sparda. "How did...?" Confused he could not form a coherent question. That was not speed in the movement, because if it was, Wesker would have felt him run passed him to that side.
"I said you are not going anywhere, I know I will get what I want when from you. The only human I met with impressive skills." Sparda frowned. "You know what is happening here."
Wesker did not have the ammunition for his pistol nor spare magazine. He can't risk much. So he raised his gun at Sparda.
"So be it."
The silver haired man lunged forward and Wesker did not shoot him right away. Better save it when he had the perfect shot. But that didn't help the kick to his shoulder that forced him to stumble back into a table.
Paperwork slipped out and several bits of equipment clashed and shattered about. Wesker threw a left punch at Sparda who raised his right forearm to completely block the hit. Once that happened, Wesker took hold of his arm and then from there poked Sparda's legs by attempting to break his ankle with a one clear kick.
Well, not break, just sprain to get him to back off. Sparda looked up and gave a palm shove to Wesker's chest and he regained his balance in time.
In the space between the two. Sparda drew one of his handguns and noticed Wesker take cover again behind a work station.
Of course, there was a filing cabinet just on the other side with Wesker. Sparda noticed it and debated with himself on shooting it when Wesker slid in three bullets to a magazine to use for his handgun.
The bullets came at the filing cabinet and Wesker rolled to his side as the metal clacked on the ground and paperwork spilled out. To take advantage of this, he kept his head low as Sparda walked forward. The equipment shattered and rolled about from the gunfire and a glass window in the back shattered.
Wesker fired back two shots and then found a pillar to use for cover. He groaned to himself. He needs to mix up something and soon.
There was a fire extinguisher and Wesker took a shot at it and it puffed out uncontrollably as it irritated Sparda. Seizing the moment, Wesker jumped through the smoke with an elbow aimed at the Sparda's chest. Before the gun could be fired at him, Wesker moved his left arm to hook Sparda in the face. Then from there, raised his left leg to force Sparda back into a wall. Once that happened, Wesker leaned forward then sprinted forward. He knee dived Sparda's chest and he planted into the wall.
Once Sparda went on knee, he noticed something strange. That was a lot of force that came from a human… 'Could he perhaps be a Demon? But why hasn't he shown his true nature yet?' He dropped to a knee and Wesker raised his right leg high and brought it down.
Sparda opened his eyes and swept his legs to trip up Wesker and when he fell down. Sparda lifted both legs and jumped off from the ground and hovered over Wesker. Then from there, dropped a knee into his stomach and Wesker leaned up and cradled his stomach.
"Are we done?"
Droplet of sweat rolled down his face. "What are you?" Wesker whispered then looked down at the ground with so much shame for his failure to stand his ground and win the fight. He was still a work in progress.
"I knew there is something special about you." Sparda said still in his cold voice. He knelt down to his level.
"Yes, you made your choice to be part of a bigger picture." Wesker spoke casually. "So much of how being an individual is empowering."
Wesker sighed and closed his eyes then got on one knee then supported himself back up. He never understood why he was opening up to this man so suddenly. He felt Sparda's hand touch his... he opened his eyes again to look at the strange man.
"Just tone down the anger, it blinds your movement for your goal." Sparda whispered. " Humans are selfish and greedy, probably more than I imagined."
Wesker picked up his handgun off the floor he paced to the hall that he faced off against the woman and she was long gone. He just grumbled while he picked up the Red Hawk ammo box off the ground. Only about a third of the bullets fell out and picking them up could waste time. While he did that was when Sparda talked to him.
"If it took you this long to realize on how lost humanity has become. Where have you been?" Against his own judgement, Wesker decided to pick up the dropped bullets than chance to need ammo in the future and curse himself for not having it.
Sparda stood on his feet and held his hand. "How about we make a deal? After all we both are men with special skills."
"No, I'd trust you as far as I could throw you. You'll just want another target for those things to munch on." Wesker retorted. "I don't work with a partner."
"If I wanted to kill you, you will lose your head in the spot, without a question." Sparda continued and held his hand to him. "I'm offering you a deal here, not partnership. Give me the information I need and I will eliminate your enemies, no matter where they are."
Wesker pondered over it for a moment. As much as he hates to admit it, he cannot work alone, especially since he is not yet in full control of his powers. This could come in handy.
Slowly but surely he took Sparda's hand and pulled himself up on his feet. "Wise choice." Sparda said with a smile. "What is your name?"
"Wesker."
"You can call me Anthony." Sparda said without hesitation.
"Will Anthony."Wesker smirked." Maybe this is the beginning of something good."
Wesker put the nib of his index finger on his chin, and his cold demeanor is back again. He will never allow himself to be broken again, he was tougher than this and he should keep it that way.
"This way." Wesker signaled him to follow. The two walked out of the room and into a steel path that seemed to split into three paths. One had blue light and next to it is red light. The last path had a normal light.
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"You ready for this?"
Claire's soft, pretty voice brought her back to the situation, reminding her that she needed to be more careful. Sherry nodded, and Claire stepped down into the dark, dirty water then reached back to help her. The water was cold and greasy with green color, and came up to Sherry's knees; it was gross, but not as bad as she imagined.
Just slimy.
Claire motioned toward the big metal door to their left with her gun, looking as disgusted as Sherry felt.
"We need to move up-ahead..."
A loud noise from the balcony cut her off, and they both looked up, Sherry instinctively moved closer to Claire as the noise came again. It sounded like foot- steps, but too slow and too loud to be normal... and Sherry saw a man in a long, dark coat walk into view, and felt her mouth go dry with fear. He was a giant, maybe as tall as ten feet and his bald forehead gleamed in the dim light. She couldn't see him clearly because of the angle, but she could see enough.
"Claire?" She squeaked and held unto Claire's waist tightly, her voice breaking as the giant man stalked across the balcony.
"Run!"
Claire grabbed her hand and the two of them ran, splashing through the thick water toward the sealed door. Sherry concentrated on not falling and prayed that the door would open.
Claire leap through the door, pulling Sherry off her feet and hurtling into the long, dark tunnel that lay behind. As soon as they were through, Claire fumbled at the wall and the door slid closed behind them, sealing them into the dripping darkness. "Don't move and be quiet," Claire whispered.
..Thank you for reading..
The whole story has been trimmed down to 6 chapters. I removed many things and I think it's better now.
A little preview for the next chapter. "."
Dante hurried through the garden, heart in his mouth."Claire!" He whispered and aimed Ebony at a zombie ahead, blocking his way.
Sparda stood in front of the mirror watching his own reflection. There was no reason for it other than to calm his nervous. There was an unusual demonic energy in this place, and he cannot figure out why.
Slowly but surly, his reflection smirked and started walking out of the mirror like it does have a mind of it's own.
